In Sight of St. Paul's — page 92: what you’re looking at

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“HEART TO HEART. 87 ful young lady ever seen, that is, outside a wax- works. She wants Mr. Fletcher. ‘That is you, sir, isn’t it?’ turning to Gillie. ‘Yes. It must be Gracie!’’ ‘Wait a minute;’”’ cried Tom. ‘‘My sister! I'll go to her!”’ | But before he could take two steps, a dark-robed figure appeared in the door-way. It was not. Gracie, however. It was somebody far dearer to Tom even than his sister. | ‘Aileen !?? he murmured, furning pale even to the lips. As usual in such cases, the woman was far the more composed, at least outwardly, of the two. ‘*How do you do, cousin Tom!’’ she said, advanc- ing, and holding out both hands. Tom caught them in his, and then they stood mo- tionless, face to face, at last, eyes plunged in eyes. Becky nodded her head sagaciously. Her experi- ence with Jim Palfrey had taught her something. Cousin Tom! Of course, anybody with half an eye could see that she wasn’t his sister. And, with this deduction, wise Becky withdrew. ‘‘But where is father?’’? asked Tom, tremulously, after he had recovered himself a little, but still with his eyes fixed devouringly upon what was to him the fairest face in all the world. ‘‘And Gracie!’ It was with a certain effort, in spite of all the reso- GEomicboo cS (E(@) m